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Funkmaster Flex

Genres: Hip-Hop

Freestyle - Mobb Deep Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

Prodigy: 

The illustrious, ashes to ashes and dust to dust 

If you fuck with us, it' a must we bustin 

If you stand with us, nine times out of ten son 

He might get bucked 

 

Is we marked for death? maybe marked for life 

Cut by the gem star, razor tight, try to avoid that 

Get this money up, live right, then it's put right 

Anybody standin in the Mobb way, the hard way 

To get his ? feet and the extra ? never lose sleep 

Never roll less than two deep 

Cause we mobb deep roll silent on this hard street 

Talk the ? only eat dog meat we was stompin on 

Have your mind baffled like an unknown phenomenon 

Chop shit up like it's time for some ? 

 

Havoc: 

And all you bitches that you hittin' we done ran through that 

Plus ? that's why the king's stand will crack 

 

Big Noyd: 

I die from the causes 

Dive in these streets of New York kid 

I'm dyin to find who the informer is 

You know the fam strictly biz 

So what the deal is dude 

Think you got a little confused 

Comin out of QB not DC 

Any problemo then see me 

Bring it to the T-O-P 

Rapper Noyd baby comin at ya 

Holdin it down gettin around 

Constantly comin at ya 

Right back at ya with thug shit 

Sit back relax you'll love this 

Slim Jim, brown skin and rugged 

Timb's unfastened pants saggin fuck it 

We can do it however you want it 

Even E&J or either blunted 

Catch me sober 

Peel a heat out of the holster and mini rover 

It's the new Noyd order 

I slaughter with Havoc and P 

Funk Flex Final Chapter Volume 3 nigga 

 

(Funkmaste Flex shout outs) 

 

Prodigy: 

Meditate to this 

Celbrate my shit 

Here's a toast to the most loved rap cage niggas 

Entertain the thought 

Of the grain being crossed 

And the pain is brought, 'cause in vain you talked 

This be the rapture they spoke of in Revelations 

Reveal the truth to the nations, it's only basic 

Public relations so real you could taste it 

Bitter to the mouth of those that hate this shit 

 

Calico: 

Face off, Jake's tryin to slap me in bracelets 

My rap papers is so major 

Base a wager that Timax won't pull out first 

Calico's verse fire, can I disperse 

Max like ? sax and A-blac ? 

Dun burn that, put it all in they ear don't hold back 

In the Ac with the rest of my type, only my kind 

Niggaz that'll take you to war, you outta line 

 

Prodigy: 

You crossed the fine space between love and hatred 

Entertwined with the rest of my elite clique 

Countermoves get plenty steps ahead of you 

Men'll do all type of shit just to prove 

They militant but get knocked the fuck out the box quick 

They must have forgot how the mobb drop jewels and take spots 

Y'all dudes don't deserve to eat 

Mic check nigga, drop it like it's hot and bleed 

Are you remember?


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